On the island of St Barth there is a beach called Saline. In the middle of the crescent, there is a part of the shore that is quite steep, so when the waves climb up, they end up turning around and rushing back into the sea. These reverse surges meet the coming waves and clash, shooting water up into the air and making a wonderful water-clap sound. It’s pretty beautiful.
This was my buddy Michael. I was hanging on Saline, minding my own business and reading a book, when he comes up and taps me on the shoulder. He says something in French, notices my confused look, thinks for a minute, then says “Hey! You gotta come play with me! … well let’s go!”.
I have been chosen. How can you refuse?
We played in that ocean until I was exhausted; he taught me that when the waves come, you HAVE to belly flop into them. That’s just what you gotta do. The water-claps would swallow him up, he’d disappear for a few seconds, then pop up way over there, gasping for air because he was laughing so hard. It was an unexpected blast of a day.
Landing on the island of St Barth, I’m in the second seat. I also have a video of us taking off a week later heading towards St Martin to start the long journey back to LA - they ran out of room in the cabin and stuck me up next to the pilot. It was truly incredible. I’ll have to post that one soon as well!
This is us flying in over the port town of Gustavia and landing at St Jean airport.
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